Story Excerpt
My Guardian Angelo

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“Hi, gorgeous, sorry I’m late. My car had a flat.”

Lieutenant William Patrick Harrison almost forgot where he was as he stared at the sexy man that suddenly straddled his lap and leaned in brush their lips together. If it wasn’t for the snicker he heard from one of the men sitting across the table from him, he would have dumped the cute little guy right on his ass and demanded to know what in the hell was going on.

He had never seen him before in his life.

“No problem,” Bill replied instead, fully aware of the fact that his life would come to a very quick end if the men he sat with ever learned who he really was or why he was really there. They were not the forgiving sort. They’d gut him just to watch him bleed out on the floor.

The stunning man in his lap grinned widely, showing off a brilliant set of straight, white teeth, and then leaned in to plant a another kiss on Bill’s lips. Bill was stunned. He didn’t even kiss the man back because he was trying to figure out who in the he was.

The cute little guy with short, brownish-black hair moved his lips up Bill’s jaw, nibbling along the way before licking at his earlobe. “Angelo Martinez. DEA,” the man murmured in a sub-vocal tone, his warm breath tickling Bill’s ear. “Your cover is blown. I’m here to get you out.”

Bill stiffened, tightening his hands on the man’s hips. He tried to think of some way to converse with the man without being caught anymore than he already was. Unfortunately, he could only think of one thing that would get him a few minutes alone with him.

“It’s been a few days since I’ve seen my angel.” Bill winked knowingly at the men at the table. Hoping that they would think he was going off to the bathroom to get laid or at least fabulous sucked off. It was the only excuse he could think of to get away from these men without actually getting up and hauling ass. “We’ll be right back.”

He didn’t even take the time to let Angelo down on his feet. Bill merely lifted the man up in his arms and started walking him through the club to the bathroom in the back. He knew Angelo was going along with his plan when he felt the man’s legs wrap around his waist and a loud, delighted giggle filled the air as they walked away.

The second he reached the bathroom and the door closed behind them, Bill lowered the Angelo onto his feet then looked into each of the stalls to ensure that they were alone. Once he was sure, Bill crossed his arms over his chest and turned to look at the Drug Enforcement Administration agent sent to rescue him.

If he could have hand chosen a man to gain his attention, the gorgeous little guy standing in front of him would have been at the top of his list. Angelo Martinez was stunning, from the top of his wavy brownish-black hair to the bottom of his little feet.

His body was a little more on the thin side than Bill would have liked but it seemed to be all slick muscles and darkly tanned skin. There was an exotic tilt to Angelo’s dark brown eyes that hinted to ancestry other than Central American—maybe Egyptian?

“I’m listening.”

Angelo stepped up and ran a hand down Bill’s chest then subtly nodded his head toward the corner of the room near the ceiling. “Oh, baby, don’t be like that. I got here as soon as I could.”

Bill’s eyes narrowed. He glanced to the corner of the ceiling where Angelo had gestured and saw a small black circle in the white plaster. Bill knew what it was without even getting a closer look.

Damn.

They were being monitored. Bill didn’t know if it was just video or if there was audio as well, but he was taking no chances. He plastered a smile on his face and curved his hand around the side of Angelo’s face.

“You know I don’t like it when you’re late and don’t call me,” Bill commented, choosing his words carefully. “It’s a big bad world out there, Angel. I worry about you.”

Angelo’s lips came out in a pretty damn good imitation of a pout. “I know, baby.” The agent started plucking at the collar of Bill’s shirt. “But I can make it up to you.”

Bill felt his eyes widen when Angelo pushed him back toward one of the stalls but that was nothing compared to how big they got when the man dropped to his knees and reached for the buttons on Bill’s jeans.

Was he insane?